Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband novel Chapter 297

"Marcus, I totally get your point," Cornelia thought to herself. Even my own husband didn't meddle this much in my life, and you're just his friend. Who the hell did you think you are?

Marcus didn't say anything else. They arrived at the F.I.G. club in silence. Located in the outskirts of Harbor City, the club was decorated in a classical garden style. It was Steven's spot to entertain his pals and didn't cater to the public.

By the time Cornelia and Marcus arrived, Steven was already waiting. "Marcus, I've brought him. You handle this however you see fit. Don't worry about me. I don't have anything to do with the Ruff family."

Marcus just smirked, "And what if you did?"

"Alright, I guess I was a bit overconfident," Steven admitted, making a welcoming gesture and leading them into a room. "Mr. Ruff, the person you wanted to see, I've brought him here."

The sight of Marcus hit Hayden Ruff like a ghost, turning him pale as a sheet. "You... you're Mr. Hartley?"

Julian Ruff had hoped there might have been some mix-up, that the Hartley Group had gotten the wrong person. But seeing Hayden's reaction, his hopes were dashed.

Before Marcus could even open his mouth, Julian Ruff dragged Hayden down to their knees. "Mr. Hartley, my son was young and foolish, and he offended you. I'm here to apologize on his behalf."

Hayden Ruff was shaking all over, his previous arrogance nowhere to be seen. "Mr. Hartley, I mistook you. It's all my fault, please forgive me!"

Marcus slowly squatted down in front of Hayden, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear. "To me, it doesn't matter if you know who I am. But you had no right to think of my wife that way. I wouldn't let you touch a single hair on her head, yet you treated her the way you did. Do you think I can forgive that? Do you realize the price you have to pay for messing with her?"

"I can walk out myself," Hayden Ruff stumbled to his feet. As he passed Cornelia on his way out, he suddenly grabbed her throat. "Marcus, you've ruined our livelihood. We have no way out but death. If I'm going down, I'm taking someone with me. You care so much about your wife, I'll take her to hell with me. Let's see how you like living in agony."

Marcus watched Hayden's hand around Cornelia's throat, a hint of worry and a cold murderous intent in his eyes behind his silver glasses. Despite that, his expression didn't change. "Go ahead and try. Let's see if I'll live in agony."

Marcus's voice was low and emotionless, yet Hayden felt a chilling aura surrounding him, making him even more terrifying than before.

Hayden was so scared that he wanted to release Cornelia, but knowing he had no way out, he had to take the risk. "You think I won't do it?"

Hayden's movements were brutal. Cornelia's face was turning red from his choke hold, and Marcus didn't seem to be coming to her rescue. She had no choice but to save herself. "I'm not even his wife! What good is grabbing me? If you've got the balls, go grab his real wife!"